Preeti’s hand slipped between her legs without thinking.
She was already soaked.
She pushed her skirt up, slid her panties to the side, and started rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit. Her other hand went inside her blouse, squeezing her own breast, pinching the nipple hard as she imagined Simran’s situation.
Bhola sucking her so greedily… drinking her milk while she cums again and again…
Her fingers moved faster. She switched to a video of a woman riding a man’s face while he sucked her tits. The sounds — the wet sucking, the desperate moans — filled her living room.
Preeti moaned softly, legs spreading wider. She pushed two fingers inside herself, thrusting in time with the video, imagining it was Simran on that counter, shirt pulled up, Bhola drinking from her while she came.
“Oh fuck…” she gasped.
Her orgasm hit hard and fast. Her back arched off the sofa, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers as she came with a long, broken moan. She kept rubbing through it, drawing it out until she was a trembling, panting mess on the couch.
When it finally passed, she lay there breathing heavily, fingers still inside herself, a satisfied but slightly guilty smile on her face.
“God, Simran… what have you gotten yourself into?”
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Simran’s House – 7:00 PM
Simran woke up with a start. The room was dark, the bedside clock showing 7:05 PM. She had slept much longer than she intended. Her body felt heavy and relaxed, but her breasts were already starting to feel full again.
She sat up, stretched, and quickly changed into a comfortable sky-blue nightie — soft, knee-length, with thin straps. She kept the same white panty on. The fabric felt cool against her still-sensitive skin.
Downstairs, she could hear the TV playing. Ravi was watching something.
She went down quietly. Ravi was on the sofa, legs stretched out, remote in hand.
“Hey, you’re up,” he said with a smile. “Come sit. I found this new movie on Netflix.”
Simran smiled and sat beside him, curling her legs under her. They watched for a while, but her mind was elsewhere.
After some time, Ravi muted the TV during a slow scene and turned to her.
“So… what did Preeti say? Did you ask about their plan? How’s the whole insemination thing going?”
Simran froze for a split second.
She had completely forgotten to ask about that. The entire lunch had been about her own situation.
She recovered quickly, keeping her voice casual.
“Oh… they are still waiting for the results. It happened, but they’re not sure yet. She didn’t give too many specifics.”
Ravi raised an eyebrow, clearly curious.
“Come on, she must have told you something. Was it just one time or are they doing it regularly? Did Arjun actually… you know… finish inside her? How did Preeti feel watching it?”
Simran felt her cheeks warm. She shifted uncomfortably.
“Ravi… she didn’t go into all that detail. It was a bit awkward to ask. They’re just waiting to see if it worked.”
Ravi wasn’t fully convinced. He turned toward her more, a playful but insistent look on his face.
“Baby, you two talk about everything. You can’t tell me she didn’t give you any juicy details. Come on, tell me. I’m curious.”
Simran laughed nervously and pecked his cheek.
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